It was a novel experience to have a husband around while pregnant. With Ashley, she had taken care of her body and James had coddled her from time to time, but she'd buried her mind in work, letting the tears from her hormone overload out only in the dark of night, alone in her room. Nausea, anger, cravings, sadness, all of it had blurred into pale memories with which she had no one to share.
Now, she had another who worried about her, who made her sit and rest, who kept track of what she ate and how much she slept. Nikola held her hair back when she lost her breakfast, or dinner, due to the nausea. Nikola kissed her tears away and let her rant and rave at him over some perceived fault. He'd fine her the perfect Persian pickle and gulab jamun at 3 AM. Then he would rub her feet and those hands would move up her legs and make her forget anything but how much she needed him.
One thing that she had not experienced with her last pregnancy was that aching need. She'd never in all her long life felt so driven by desire. She was wet with need so often she had to purchase a dozen extra pairs of undergarments. And drat it, her husband's newly re-enhanced senses knew everytime her body betrayed her in this way. He'd told her he could smell her need from the other side of the Sanctuary, and he never failed to follow that scent home. His smirk was omnipresent, and his ability to distract her from whatever project she had been working on was unmatched.
He particularly loved to push up her skirts and lick her juices from her, tenderly bringing her to fulfillment over and over again, sometimes four or five times in a single day.
She was now well into her sixth month, and she was huge and ungainly, thoroughly frumpy and miserable. But oh god, she was randy. But not for any of his tender ministrations. That was very nice indeed, but she missed the forceful command he's exerted over her in those first few days when they'd broken down the walls between them.
So, frumpy and ungainly or not, she was determined to have him the way she wanted him.
He'd been gone for the better part of two days, so she waited in their bedroom, on the enormous bed that Nikola had insisted upon, on their best, creamy silk sheets. She wore black stockings and a short black robe, and was curled on her side, her back to the door and her fingers drifting over her clit now and then, keeping her primed and her scent thick in the air.
The moment she heard noises far away in the Sanctuary, she knew he'd returned, safe and sound, from the latest retrieval. Henry would take care of intake, and Kate would review any supply or weapons needs. That left Nikola free to come and greet his wife.
She counted two minutes and ten seconds before the door knob turned and Nikola strode into the room, his eyes swirling with black and his nostrils wide, taking in the scent of his mate in heat. She thanked heaven that particular sensitivity seemed to be an exclusive trait of mates, and that Henry was not nearly so away of her…needs, as her husband was.
"Hello Helen. Did you miss me?"
He looked good enough to eat. Black turtle neck and black jeans, his hair ruffled and stubble on his cheeks. Knowing how fastidious he was, she knew that his choice would have been to have a shower and a shave and to dress in a proper suit of clothes at the first opportunity.
But she didn't care for that right now.
"I think you know the answer to that, love." She parted her thighs and let him see the swollen pink lips of her slick sex. The robe gaped open over her rounded belly, and the fullness of her cleavage and her heavy breasts were half revealed to his hungry gaze.
"I missed you, Helen. I hate leaving you."
"Then come and greet me properly, Niko." He licked his lips and he stalked forward, but she raised up to her knees, dropping the robe and then turning around, placing her hands on the bed and presenting him with the perfect view of her arse and her aching quim. She looked at him over her shoulder, through the waves of her dark hair. "Please, Niko. Just like this. I need you."
He swore in Serbian, his skin flushing and his fangs making a brief appearance as his control was tested. But he whipped his shirt over his head and shoved his jeans off with lightning speed, kneeling behind her and pulling her toward him, his cock hard and sliding through her curls as he nipped the back of her neck. She threaded a hand though his hard and pulled him to her for a contortionist's kiss, the roughness of his beard scratching at her deliciously. He smelled of pine forest and male sweat and the crispness of electricity, and she inhaled it all, beyond happy that he was home and safe and about to take her.
"No waiting, Nikola. I've been ready for hours."
For once, he believed her, and his cock slid inside of her sheath without preamble. He grunted as he bottomed out deep within her and she sucked in a breath, as always stunned at how perfectly they fit together. He was so deep like this, so impeccably aligned with her. He rose up above her, holding her hips in his hands as he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting in again with a taunting slowness that had her keening.
"I won't break, Niko. Please. Take me!"
She could feel the unique beast within him vie for control, could feel the sharpening of his nails, the quivering of his cock as his hips tried to thrust against his ironclad will. Not willing to take no for an answer, she surged back against him, taking him deep and hard and causing the flirt sparks to fly across her eyes. Already, she was close to completion, and she wanted him to take her there.
"Damn you, Helen. I have to be careful. I have to…"
"I want you, Nikola. All of you. Always have."
He grunted and finally began to thrust, deep and strong, fast and furious, taking her just how she longed to be had. The slap of flesh on flesh rang through the room and her cries soon followed, as her first orgasm crested and made her shudder in bliss. But once was never enough for Nikola Tesla. His fingers worked furiously over her clit as cock drove into her, higher and harder at exactly the right angle. She gushed with her next climax, her juices coating his cock as he groaned and gave into his own need, pulsing within her as her muscles clenched him tight.
He made them fall sideways, rather than on the bulk of her stomach, he protecting her and their progeny even in the heavy lassitude of post-coital bliss. His arms curled around her, his fingers toying with the top of one of her stockings as his breathing grew less labored but still warm in her ear.
"You really can't get enough of me, can you my love?"
Insufferable, wonderful man.
"Well, I certainly miss your foot rubs. But you are useful for other things as well."
He laughed softly in her ear, placing a kiss on the sensitive skin below and making her shudder once again.
"I'm going to have to keep you pregnant often, my Helen. I quite like your insatiability for my person."
"I don't think I'll need the hormones for that, my love. I've wanted you for a long long time, and I don't plan on changing my mind. Ever."
"Say things like that and I'll simply have to get up and shave."
She turned to look at him, perplexed at his non sequitur.
He grinned at her. "I wouldn't want to give you rugburn all over your beautiful breasts, your sweet thighs, your…"
She was amazed that at one hundred and fifty nine she could still blush.